There was a whole mess of mystical sounding nonsense in there. The sort of stuff he'd hear from old men in town that told him the first stories about Mandalorians and Jedi and the Old Republic. Orbs and teleporting. Cobb didn't have any experience with anything like that.

"So, we just wander around the ship until we're sent to get something for this Commander?" Cobb made a face. He wasn't too happy doing someone else's dirty work. "We get paid for any of this business?"

If they didn't Cobb was going to have a few words for this Commander fella about slave labor. The locked door was a problem but Cobb was loud and determined when it came to these things. He would be no one's slave again.